Chapter 32
After Calista gave them the mansion’s address, the ambulance arrived immediately. By the time the paramedics got there, she had already slipped into a light coma.
The paramedics lifted Calista into the ambulance. A paramedic leaned in close and tried to rouse her. “Ms. Marchand, is there no one else at home?”
Calista shook her head.
“Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?”
She shook her head again. “Just my lower stomach hurts.”
“Does it still hurt even after taking painkillers?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“How many did you take?”
“Three,” she said faintly.
The paramedic was shocked. “You can’t take so many. This medicine has side effects. If your period cramps are that bad, you should have asked your husband to massage your stomach or make you some tea. If you just rely on painkillers like this, it could affect your fertility later on.”
Another paramedic nearby shot her a look and subtly motioned for her to stop talking.
She had instantly recognized Calista as the pregnant woman from a month ago, the one who had been in a car accident and had no one to care for her.
Back then, not a single family member was by her side, and even her hospital bills had been paid by Alexander. The situation had caused quite a stir at the time.
After being taken to the hospital, Calista underwent a series of tests.
In her daze, she caught the sound of a gentle, comforting voice. “Her test results are fine. Go make her some tea, but don’t make it too
sweet.”
“Got it, Dr. Lester.”
Calista slowly opened her eyes and saw a man in a white coat standing before her. She froze for a moment.
It was the same man she had run into at the supermarket the day before.
She tried to sit up, but Alexander gently pressed her shoulder down. “You’re still very weak. You need to rest, so don’t move just yet.”
He touched the back of her hand and found it cold, so he adjusted the IV drip, slowing it down.
“You’re a doctor?”
Alexander glanced down and smiled faintly at her. “Surprised?”
Calista looked at him and shook her head. There was something familiar about him. She felt like she’d seen him somewhere before. So she bluntly asked, “Besides the supermarket last time, have we met before?”
With his hands in his coat pockets and a stethoscope around his neck, Alexander replied, “I was your attending doctor when you were in the car accident last month.”
So it was him. During the surgery, Calista remembered someone comforting her, telling her not to be afraid. “Thank you,” she said.
Alexander nodded. “I’m just doing my job.”
Calista looked toward the door. “I have a question. How’s the patient in Room 706 doing?”
Alexander replied, “The surgery went well. There’s nothing to worry about. As long as they come in for regular follow–ups, they’ll be
fine.”
“Dr. Lester, we need you. There’s a pregnant woman with severe bleeding!” a nurse said.
Alexander left the room in a hurry, but he left the door slightly ajar to keep the air flowing.
Chanter 32
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Inside the CEO’s office at Fenwick Group, Galen was giving his report. “The reporters at the hospital have been handled, and all related videos have been removed from the internet. However, the online discussions still haven’t died down.
“Unless we create new headlines to shift attention, this won’t be suppressed completely. This is the proposed plan from the PR
department.”
Lucien glanced at the file. It was nothing more than a proposal to leak gossip about some celebrity’s secret marriage or hidden relationship.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Julia Olson is one of Fenwick Group’s signed brand ambassadors. Any scandal involving artists linked to us will affect our profits. Do they not understand that?”
Galen pressed his lips together. “Half the top names in the entertainment industry have ties with Fenwick Group, and the PR team still believes that Julia is the best option to divert the attention.”
“Leave her out of this,” Lucien said.
After all, Julia was the reigning queen of trending topics in the entertainment industry and the award–winning actress who had swept every major accolade.
Julia arrived at the upscale rooftop garden restaurant by 7:30 pm in a red one–shoulder dress that revealed part of her arms. Tasseled earrings dangled beside her cheeks, and her lips were painted in a blazing crimson shade. Her long, straight black hair flowed freely over her shoulders.
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As the evening breeze swept through, she held a knife and fork in her hand. A server uncorked a bottle of wine and poured her a glass. 30 thousand dollars for a bottle. Mr. Fenwick, you’re really generous. I wonder if anyone else has enjoyed such treatment from you.”
The man in front of her had neatly styled short hair that shifted slightly in the breeze.
When she looked up, his deep, mesmerizing eyes were enough to make any woman fall for him in an instant. But a man like that came with danger written all over him.
Lucien lowered his gaze and elegantly cut his steak. “What are you trying to say?”
Julia set down her utensils and raised her glass, staring into the swirl of red wine. “I saw that video. I never thought that someone like you, who was always so above it all, would marry someone like that.”
She took a sip, swirling the wine as if she were absentminded, though her eyes kept drifting back to the man across from her. “Lucien, since when did your standards fall so low?”
Lucien’s knife paused mid–cut, and his dark eyes fixed on her with a cold gaze.
Julia gave a nonchalant smile. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just being honest. She may not be good enough for you, but there’s one thing I have to admit. When I meet her someday, I’ll have to ask her to teach me how to become Mrs. Fenwick.
“Lucien, we’ve known each other for years. I’ve always thought that you’d go for someone even better than my sister. But now, I’m starting to question your judgment.”
A cold glint flashed across Lucien’s eyes, then vanished as quickly as it came. He picked up a napkin and wiped his hands.
Just then, Galen walked over and leaned down to whisper something into Lucien’s ear.
Lucien stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. He looked down at her with indifference. “Confidence is a good thing, but when it tips over the edge, it’s nothing but foolishness. Ms. Olson, maybe you should take a good look at yourself before criticizing
others.”
After he finished speaking, he slipped one hand into his pocket and walked away.
Julia couldn’t keep up her composure any longer. She chased after him and said, “She’s coming back, Lucien! You’d better clean up the women around you.”
